Why Thou Should Leave?
why thou must reject me merciless now
when the sun has not yet denied her place,
for the cock of the village can still crow,
when the sky has always been a perfect grace?
why thou must hate me with intense hatred,
for the world springs water they have still bled,
when the moon not so dark, still has her ray,
for the pious in the superbeing still pray?
why thou, my dear love, must send me a way
when the rain on earth is still pattering,
for the dogs and cats are not gone astray
why thou should leave, when plants are flowering?
can't you stay with me till the trees wither,
till when the birds have refused to twitter?
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